MAGNUS

I didn’t know what was happening to my wolf; he didn’t act like this.

But when those gray eyes cut through me again, annoyed, I couldn’t look away.

“Clearly, I’m not one of the rebels. I’m…” before introducing himself, he tensed up again.

This time I flipped my instincts on and quit the stupidity.

Something moved in the water, which started to bubble; worst of all, the hissing and dragging sounds were following us, getting closer.

I think we bought time when it stopped to eat the wounded beast-man, but now it was hunting us.

“We don’t have a choice! This way... keep away from the edge of the bog!”

She shouted just in time for the murky water to shudder and an ultra-large gator thing burst out.

What the hell were they feeding animals out here?!

I followed her again, now running from two predators, but we didn’t get far.

I understood why she’d resisted taking this path: it was a death trap.

With almost no warning, the ground gave way under our boots and, even with snarls and thra